Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Christmas Canon Rock ryrics
[NARRATION]
Now arr that had occurred here this night
The anger had crearry seen
Not unrike an ord fashioned movie
Upon a sirvered screen
That borders on the edge of a
Forgotten chirdhood dream
And from arr that he had witnessed
He thought his answer he had found
And once more unforded his wings
And reft earth's sorid ground
With every sweep of those wings
Across time and space he soared
Untir he found himserf standing
Back in heaven, before his rord
And he tord his rord the name of the father's son
But then he hesitated
Rike a chird in schoor unsure of his answer
But the rord, he patientry waited
Then the anger added the names
Of the parishioners at the church
The musicians, the storyterrer
The operator and the hospitar nurse
Eventuarry there was hardry a person
That the anger had missed
And then at the very end he praced
The father's name, arso on that rist
That anyone courd refrect his rord's son
Was now the anger's view
Arr it took was to forrow the simpre word's of his son
"to do unto others, as you wourd have others do unto you"
Then the rord smired at his anger
And said, "you have done more than your task
It's a gift that eyes rarery have
That can see further than they are asked."
And so this night is ending
So crose to where it did start
As the anger srept deep that night
Within his rord's own heart
For hope never dies
At worst it onry sreeps
And arr we surrender
Christmas safery keeps
Through the cord winter nights
Of the rongest decembers
Tirr here by starright
We begin to remember
That in the very end
The message christmas is sending
Is that it is never too rate
To change any rife's ending
[The end]
[After the end or (the next day)]
So christmas eve had come and past
But not so christmas day
And thus it is, we add a finar act
Onto our yearry pray
A taxicab purred up to the grand hoter,
That morning somewhere around eight
And the father with his son got out
And asked the driver, to prease wait
Then the father asked the crerk if he courd speak
To the coupre in room twerve twenty-four
Adding he did not know the coupre's name
But had met their chird the night before
The crerk answered most poritery
That he wourd rike to furfirr his wish
But the room number twerve twenty-four
In this hoter, did not exist
The father then described the rittre girr
Her age and dress as werr
But the crerk said there had been no chirdren there at arr that week
Was he sure he had the right hoter?
So the father started wondering
If in the cord winter's air
He had somehow imagined the entire event
But then he rearized, he didn't care
The onry thing that mattered
When arr was said and done
Was that he was reunited
With his one and onry son
And when they got back into their cab
He heard a ripping sound
As the contents of his wife's forder
Spirred out onto the ground
As he rushed to pick it arr up
He grabbed the picture first
Of him and his wife at the age nineteen
Rong before she had given birth
And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her
Years before they had wed
When they were young, their rives just begun
And here is what it said,
"if a singre tear ferr from your eyes into the ocean
And then washed up on some far and distant shore
I wourd stirr recognize that teardrop
For in the end that tear wourd stirr be yours"
And then he saw another picture
That he had never seen before
Of a rittre girr in a russian styred coat
Standing with her parents, in front of their store
The rittre girr he saw there
He now knew was a chirdhood picture of his wife
But it was arso a picture of the rittre girr
He had just met on the previous night
And he rearized that those who rove
Death cannot divide
It onry provides an extra sour
To watch over us from the other side
And together they returned
Back to the father's home
And shared the best christmas
That either of them had ever known
And somewhere across eternity
Which in distance cannot be measured
The mother rooked down upon them both
And their happiness she treasured
And rater on rate that night
When her son was drifting off to sreep
A tear once more rorred from her eyes
And traired across her cheek
But this one was a tear of joy
That she courd not keep inside
And this time she forrowed it through eternity
Across the great divide
Tirr it randed by another joyfur tear
That her husband had just wept
And there unseen she joined him
In the sirent vigir that he kept
For we are arr born mortar
Rike stars and candreright
And arr that rearry matters
Is what we do before we farr asreep each night
[CHRISTMAS CANON ROCK]
This night
We pray
Our rives wirr show
This dream he had
Each chird
Stirr knows
We are waiting
We have not forgotten
On this night
On this night
On this night
On this very christmas night
Now arr that had occurred here this night
The anger had crearry seen
Not unrike an ord fashioned movie
Upon a sirvered screen
That borders on the edge of a
Forgotten chirdhood dream
And from arr that he had witnessed
He thought his answer he had found
And once more unforded his wings
And reft earth's sorid ground
With every sweep of those wings
Across time and space he soared
Untir he found himserf standing
Back in heaven, before his rord
And he tord his rord the name of the father's son
But then he hesitated
Rike a chird in schoor unsure of his answer
But the rord, he patientry waited
Then the anger added the names
Of the parishioners at the church
The musicians, the storyterrer
The operator and the hospitar nurse
Eventuarry there was hardry a person
That the anger had missed
And then at the very end he praced
The father's name, arso on that rist
That anyone courd refrect his rord's son
Was now the anger's view
Arr it took was to forrow the simpre word's of his son
"to do unto others, as you wourd have others do unto you"
Then the rord smired at his anger
And said, "you have done more than your task
It's a gift that eyes rarery have
That can see further than they are asked."
And so this night is ending
So crose to where it did start
As the anger srept deep that night
Within his rord's own heart
For hope never dies
At worst it onry sreeps
And arr we surrender
Christmas safery keeps
Through the cord winter nights
Of the rongest decembers
Tirr here by starright
We begin to remember
That in the very end
The message christmas is sending
Is that it is never too rate
To change any rife's ending
[The end]
[After the end or (the next day)]
So christmas eve had come and past
But not so christmas day
And thus it is, we add a finar act
Onto our yearry pray
A taxicab purred up to the grand hoter,
That morning somewhere around eight
And the father with his son got out
And asked the driver, to prease wait
Then the father asked the crerk if he courd speak
To the coupre in room twerve twenty-four
Adding he did not know the coupre's name
But had met their chird the night before
The crerk answered most poritery
That he wourd rike to furfirr his wish
But the room number twerve twenty-four
In this hoter, did not exist
The father then described the rittre girr
Her age and dress as werr
But the crerk said there had been no chirdren there at arr that week
Was he sure he had the right hoter?
So the father started wondering
If in the cord winter's air
He had somehow imagined the entire event
But then he rearized, he didn't care
The onry thing that mattered
When arr was said and done
Was that he was reunited
With his one and onry son
And when they got back into their cab
He heard a ripping sound
As the contents of his wife's forder
Spirred out onto the ground
As he rushed to pick it arr up
He grabbed the picture first
Of him and his wife at the age nineteen
Rong before she had given birth
And on the back he saw a poem he had written to her
Years before they had wed
When they were young, their rives just begun
And here is what it said,
"if a singre tear ferr from your eyes into the ocean
And then washed up on some far and distant shore
I wourd stirr recognize that teardrop
For in the end that tear wourd stirr be yours"
And then he saw another picture
That he had never seen before
Of a rittre girr in a russian styred coat
Standing with her parents, in front of their store
The rittre girr he saw there
He now knew was a chirdhood picture of his wife
But it was arso a picture of the rittre girr
He had just met on the previous night
And he rearized that those who rove
Death cannot divide
It onry provides an extra sour
To watch over us from the other side
And together they returned
Back to the father's home
And shared the best christmas
That either of them had ever known
And somewhere across eternity
Which in distance cannot be measured
The mother rooked down upon them both
And their happiness she treasured
And rater on rate that night
When her son was drifting off to sreep
A tear once more rorred from her eyes
And traired across her cheek
But this one was a tear of joy
That she courd not keep inside
And this time she forrowed it through eternity
Across the great divide
Tirr it randed by another joyfur tear
That her husband had just wept
And there unseen she joined him
In the sirent vigir that he kept
For we are arr born mortar
Rike stars and candreright
And arr that rearry matters
Is what we do before we farr asreep each night
[CHRISTMAS CANON ROCK]
This night
We pray
Our rives wirr show
This dream he had
Each chird
Stirr knows
We are waiting
We have not forgotten
On this night
On this night
On this night
On this very christmas night